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In the moonlight's tender glow, there's someone you ought to know,
He is a pretty little witch boy with a heart of gold, casting spells in a story to be told,
With a mesmerizing allure, in his eyes, you'll surely dwell-

A hand somewhere in the back abruptly presses on a rusty vintage radio, putting an end to the spine chilling rhymes. A golden locket chain spins fast around two fingers before suddenly falling down to his knuckles, on a signet ring that reflects all the stars in the room. Eyes blinked at it. Chrysus falls and doesn't move. He shakes it in his fist, the glimmer is off.

"What the-"

"Table three, Plutus. Table three, Plutus. Table three, Plutus. Table three..."

Jay stuffs the necklace in the front pocket of his black apron. Bloc-notes and pen in one hand, signet ring in the other, he walks to the table.

"Welcome to Chrysus Onyx. May I take your order ?" Jay blinks at three, seemingly normal, fancy girls. Their dark eyes glare up to him and he doesn't have to make much effort when they slowly distort into humongous shapes, reverting to their demonic forms.

The guests are pale with long distorted faces and bloody red lips. Beyond receding hairlines and foul scents only he is able to smell, Jay never liked ghouls. A tremor of disgust traverse his nape when one of them parts its sandpaper lips to reveal venomous teeth that stretched wires of acid saliva.

The three girls are now gone, for him at least. The human rest of the bar still sees three girls sitting on the rich leather booth, Jay sees three famished ghouls.

"Thirty... gallons of gold. And... livers." The hollow voice made his palms itch.

He doesn't even pretend to take notes of the gluttonous order and doesn't ask them for more. He is, at least, better than that. He spins on his heels and makes a turn for the bar.

One of the waitresses looks up to him, a newbie Jay has learnt. He can smell the particles of fear the closer he gets. Her shoulders tremble when he approaches and her bangs slightly fan at the erratic shaking of her little head.

"See table three ? Get them the special bread." She scrambles away through the door behind the curtains. Jay rolls his eyes. Bloc-note and pen left on the bar, he disappears, much aware of the way they immediately turn into golden sand on top of the sleek surface.

When the waitress comes back, she is holding a small ceramic cup of vermilion. She walks with automation to table three, like a mindless robot given order. She puts the cup in the middle of the table and walks away.

No one sees the pain, no one smells the scent, no one hears the screams of agony as the three ghouls painfully melt into vapor.

The waitress goes back to her post and naturally smiles at her colleague, hands drifting to make the next drink. Unaware that she has just been under a spell.

And no one also seems to notice the scintillating golden sand that remains on the bar, auspiciously sitting in the ephemeride atmosphere of the busy club.

———

Oh, pretty little witch boy, with your lust for gleaming gold,
You've got a spell on me, in the night so cold,
In the darkness, you enchant, a seductive, wicked show,
With your love for all things precious, in this Halloween glow- 

The giant disguised as a zombie stripper finally walks away with his speaker blasting that ominous music to fit his own spooky atmosphere, leaving Jay alone.

The gold locket chain shines bright around his tan neck tonight. It glimmers, shimmers and whispers. It calls for the eyes in the room, for the lights on the dangerously low ceiling to refract in the bazillion of gems that adorn the precious circle of gold. Chrysus is happy tonight.

The little shit marvels at all the pulsing supernatural energy that surrounds him in the illusion of a confined room. It feeds in the avarice that wraps like a veil on all the enchanted beings present during their favorite night.

In the underground floor of Chrysus Onyx is an even more exclusive bar, where every year supernatural beings wandering on earth like ghosts fancy to come and stay in his company during Halloween. Finding the charged and extravagant place perfect to lure demons and humans as a moon sacrifice.

Jay gives a disinterested stare to the otherworldly sirens that dance to their music and the stupid fairies that can't stop swirling around the hard stick that holds up the mezzanine, the vampires in the darkest corner eyeing the doomed humans entering the room in their foolish costumes not knowing they are tonight's feasts. He looks at everything, seated at the bar, already most bored with feeding off their energies. Chrysus on the other hand, the golden necklace, is jumping up and down against his chest. Thumping more with enthusiasm whenever malicious people set their sights on Jay.

As somber and monstrous the room is, the lavishness explodes. Out of every corner, Jay sees gold, his signature. Pure wealth at his feet and he knows that he used to have more. Golden sand trails behind his fingertips when he drags them on the table. He looks at the people and sighs, being a god was certainly no different than this.

He sat on his throne in heaven for centuries and watched people dance for him, offerings brought to him, humans praying his name for good fortune. Today, he is sitting in the bar watching beings sway around him at his own banquet. But this time, on damned earth.

He takes another sip of the beverage at his hand, his necklace suddenly tightens around his neck. Strong and pulling. His eyebrows thread curvy. Chrysus doesn't strangle him, but its dented chain digs deeply into his skin and the locket levitates in front of his eyes before pointing straight.

"He's here, Plutus. He's here, Plutus. He's here, Plutus. He's here, Plutus..."

"Who is here ?"

The locket doesn't reply, only pulls harder at his nape to urge him into leaving his seat. He doesn't. The necklace is now standing straight like an arrow attracted to a magnet. Jay ignores it, drinking in the extremely powdered sweet tonic.

"You know, you can be so childish sometimes." He says after a while of looking at the pull.

The locket only insists.

"He's here, Plutus. He's here, Plutus. He's here, Plutus. He's here, Plutus..."

Suddenly his signet ring burns. He looks at his finger and sees the skin around the ring emitting smoke. He grinds his teeth, the ring is quickly turning red at the heat. It's punishing and urging, if he doesn't get up and fulfill that duty it will keep burning.

Jay is immortal but not insensible to a certain degree of pain. Not the one that wants to melt your finger to the bone.

"Fucking hell."

Jay finally gets up and walks in the direction his necklace points to. Just a little slowly to piss off the locket. He takes the time to catch a new glass of the nebulous drink on the way, takes the time to wrap his hand around a pretty elf waist and make her twirl before leaving golden coins between her fingers.

Wherever you are on this floor, you will have the illusion of being in a particularly small nightclub. Blue neon, nefarious lights and glitters of gold. For the sound, everyone hears what they want to hear. Everyone gets what they want, everyone drowns in the mirage of their desires because in Chrysus Onyx, everyone is happy.

His ring burns more, now emitting a phosphorescent light around his finger. As slow as he walks, he is still walking. And at some point he will arrive to destination. He knows he's there when Chrysus suddenly falls dead, the necklace now flat and unmoving on his chest. His ring, on the other hand, doesn't slow on the scorching pain.

Jay looks around him for some time. The god's drink at his hand makes him loopy, somewhat defying. Its supernatural components melting into his stream and getting him perhaps... drunk, enhancing everything to an overstimulating degree. He can allow himself that, for the night. For this night.

The whispers of the locket died but Jay still doesn't see a he. He ended up in a small corridor, poorly lightened up in red. He's alone and jittery. A little curious too. Chrysus Onyx creates rooms for people's fantasies but Jay has seen them all, because he is the owner.

Jay has been everywhere in this matrix so it's odd maybe, dangerous also.

That this corridor that has never been there is now here. Made specifically to fit his fantasma.

Seeing no one, he closes his eyes and listens. If you can't see something, you will probably hear it. His head thrown against the wall, he takes deep breaths and focuses. Nothing comes at first. Then the melancholic sound of piano notes, its weak and distant but terribly haunting. The sound of a woman singing her heart out, opera screaming high and ear-piercing. Simply dizzying, worthy of a patheon's demise with an orchestra as marvelous as her voice.

He resists sliding down the wall, eyelids shut tight together as he rummages through the different sounds to find it.

Deep under the cacophony of the miserable opera woman, the sinking orchestra and the discord of the world ending— he discerns the small sound of crinkling bracelets. Soft and discreet as if it's hiding itself under the cataclysm to not be perceived. The lovely sound of ornaments, many of them stacked. It's timid at first, golden bracelets hitting against each other each time the being moves. The more he focuses on it, the more the other noises decrease before halting to complete silence.

He hears breathing, calm and distinguished. Just hearing that cadence, Jay can tell the being is far from being scared. It's also barefoot, he can perceive its steps on the carpet. Slow and lazy. The bracelets jingle more, it's getting closer.

Then he picks up a scent, he smells gold and night. Not his gold, not the new type of gold. It's the gold that has been ripe and congested in power. Then he feels it, a breeze. So cold that all the hair on his body spiked straight. As if he was now standing by the borders of the sea at night. Waves and waves of freezing water crashing at his feet and drenching his mind.

Then he sees it. Even with his eyes closed, he sees it. A golden figure standing right in front of him in the shape of a human. It's radiant and lovely, so lovely that Jay wants to have it closer.

He opens his eyes and in a swift motion catches the frail wrist that was going to touch his chest.

"What are you ?"

Huge eyes blink at him. So big and round, shiny with water and something else. Something Jay can't see yet under the horrible light but can feel inside his chest.

He hears the answer inside his head, whispering from far away, "Nothing but your only desire."

Jay pulls on the wrist to look closer. The boy is clumsy, or he acts clumsy. Fake tripping on his feet and landing against his torso, one hand on Jay's shoulder. His long white skirt flares like a flower when he finally stands still.

"My desire ?"

It— he ? nods. Upon closer inspection Jay sees a lot more. Black hair, so dark that you couldn't set apart the strands, they mirror his eyelashes and pupils. Pale skin but not lifeless, it's the one that can taint pink and purple just like his reddish mouth. It reminds him of cold cherries.

What he is now convinced is a boy, blinks faster. Body synching with Jay against the wall, most clingy to someone he just met. He seems so innocent, like he doesn't belong here. A doll that was snatched away from his box and put in another one full of deranged monsters here is Chrysus Onyx.

"Yes. And you ? What are you ?"

When he finally speaks, his voice is deep and melodious. His volume goes up where his sentences end, mouth still small even when he talks. His skin glows and his golden pendants catch Jay's attention.

"Don't you already know ?"

He lifts a hand to his face. The boy doesn't even flinch when Jay could quite literally break his neck in one move. Instead, Jay goes to touch his beautiful earring. Index going around the piece of gold and inspecting it closer.

Between XCVIII and DCCCL. He's old. Holy old.

"Won't hurt to hear you say it."

He tilts his head, intentionally letting Jay see more of his earrings as if to say Aren't they so pretty ? While his scent only makes him fucking dizzy. He hums and lets go of his earring, now looking at the multiple stacked golden bracelets around his frail wrist.

"I am a fallen God." The fallen God of wealth.

The boy— or should he say the man, or whatever it is— nods. Letting the words fill the empty corridor that only has them for guests.

"I could feel that you weren't as dazzling as you had once been."

It feels. Therefore, it's not a it. Not a monster. But monsters are the best at hiding what they are.

Jay hums again. Eyes plunging deep in the other's. Heavens, they are beautiful. So dark but so light, they embrace him and look right to the other end of him as if he already has knowledge of all the answers to his questions. But Jay always knows more. And he was going to feed him with all the information he wanted to get back more on his share later.

"What happened ? Why did you fall ?" His voice has gotten a little airy. As if something else was speaking through him and Jay can feel his power slipping. He looks deeper into those hypnotizing eyes and sees golden rings starting to appear around his orbs. Which tells him all he needs to know. A smile draws on Jay's lips, he had an exceptional thing in his arms tonight.

"I refused to feed greed."

"Greed ?"

Jay nods dismissively but looks deeply into his eyes. Feed the prey a little more rubies and it vomits gold. Just a little more to fish what's inside this pretty witch's mind.

He throws another piece. "The God of Greed."

"A nemesis persee ?"

The creature can't take a hint. He's cautious in the way he stares, cautious in his intonation and maybe in the way he tilts his head to look into Jay's eyes to shyly crawl into into his brain and whisper I am just a curious little thing, I never mean harm, look into my eyes, do I look dangerous to you ? but never in his actual words. If you put them on paper and read them without any emotions, you will realize how direct and intrusive they are.

"No. A really good friend actually." He isn't sure of his words but says them nevertheless, most of his memories were erased.

Jay pulls him closer, the witch lets it happen. Apparently ready to go through any lengths to get what he wants from Jay. A little unaware of the way he is the baby getting rocked. He nods and Jay can't wait when he asks in a murmur, "What's your name ?"

As if he wasn't supposed to, his ring blazes more. He notices that he has blocked the pain ever since he started talking with the witch but it's still there. Around his finger.

"What do you want my name to be ?"

The witch frees his wrist from Jay and now willingly puts his hands around his shoulders as if he was going to get on the tip of his toes and plants a kiss on his lips. Jay tilts his head and thinks.

Witches don't have names. Or, they forget them as time goes on.

"Be Jungwon. Tonight."

The name came on a raffle in his mind. He has never heard it before, never met someone with it but he knew it was the right one. The best one to fit this touchy and curious witch.

"Jungwon..." The witch repeats, as if he was tasting the word on his tongue.

"You like it ?" Jay fists the soft tissue of the pastel blue cardigan the boy is wearing. It appeases the ring, but doesn't stop its burn.

"Yes, sounds sweet." He nods and tries to smile. His smile is a little weird, a little tentative, like he doesn't smile often and it makes Jay smile too because this pretty boy tries so well that it's endearing.

"It fits you." The witch doesn't ask the meaning but slightly frowns his face. Then his hand goes to his back and takes Jay's hand to bring it between their bodies. He lets him, or he may be forced to let him, who knows.

"Do you need help with that ?"

They both look at the golden ring around his middle finger. Now boiling hot like lava around the indestructible skin, the burning suddenly intensifies and Jay's jaw tics.

"What can you do ?"

Jungwon's eyes are fixed on him when he slowly takes his hand to his lips. He's shy, no, pretends to be shy at first.

His soft lips press an even softer kiss on his ring. He doesn't get burnt. Jay's breath gets stuck in his throat when Jungwon flicks his wet tongue against the base of his finger. Immediately setting the fire off. He doesn't stop, tongue languidly going around the ring making sure to completely wet it with his witch saliva. All while his eyes are on Jay. The pink tip circles out then in, kissing his knuckle while his finger draws the pulsing vein on his hand.

His eyes are bewitching, how unsurprising. Jay feels like the witch is casting a spell on him, one that will be unforgettable. And he has been bored for too long to let this promise of a sizzling adventure slip past his fingers.

Jungwon acts like he's soothing but all he does now is taste the gold on his tongue. Savoring its legacy and power. Jay considers it enough, retracting his hand, he puts it on Jungwon's cheek and the witch leans on it with his eyes closed.

"You are a golden witch, aren't you ?"

He doesn't answer, looking drowsy. Jay already knows.

"Gorgeous witch who likes gold the most." He adds, caressing the fair skin. "Are you drunk on my power ?"

There are few golden witches, so few that Jay never got to meet one until today. He only heard of them, always heard of their insatiable hunger for gold, heard of his peers in the palace centuries ago, reminding him to avoid them because he was the epitome of what they desire the most. This pretty little witch here only desires gold and Jay is a well of it. Nothing good is ever going to come out of this pair.

But it's too late because now that Jungwon has had a taste of him he will never let him go. That's what he read about these golden vampires. And has Jay lived a life… such a long wasted and dreadful life. He has never felt this hypnotized in face of anyone and he knows he may be under a spell. A spell that makes him favor this witch and reply to all of his demands while thinking he is the one driving the boat. When in reality all he wants is to waste his gold on him.

"A little." Then he opens his eyes and they are golden. Rivers of gold swimming in that previously dark ocean and Jay is aware he is under a fucking spell but he can't get rid of it, he doesn't want to. His thumb draws circles around his soft skin, drawing golden sand on Jungwon to feed him and it works. Jungwon fucking gleams and Jay is standing on a thin wire when he leans to press his lips against his.

They are soft and wet. Makes him want to bite and pull, stretch and suck. Which, he does. Tasting in his own gold and something else, sweeter than the rest and maybe his doom. Jungwon parts his lips to say something, a weak and shaky voice declaring,

"I want to take you home, Jongseong."

He is not even phased at the revelation. Jungwon is manipulative in every aspect. And Jay is sure the worst will be his deceptive nature. He presses another kiss to his intoxicating lips.

"Then let's go home."

———

Oh, pretty little witch boy, with your dark, enchanting eyes,
You've got a spell on me, and I can't disguise,
He conjures ancient magic, in a swirl of golden light,
With a touch of mystic fingers, he ignites the starry night-

The car playing that mysterious song finally drives away in front of Jungwon's house. Chrysus still plays dead, suspiciously quiet like a regular necklace. Jay flicks it and it emits a weak light. He tsks and and walks behind Jungwon.

Jungwon who lives in the middle of fucking nowhere in his little cottage core american style house. It's welcoming, supposed to be warm but Jay feels a cold shiver crawl on his spine when Jungwon opens the door for him.

He is supposed to walk in first but he sees the millions of arrays of spells that surround the house. They are like protection lasers he presumes he is supposed to avoid, on the threshold he looks at Jungwon. The latter tries to smile again, a total fail. He always ends up looking like a sociopath learning to show teeth. The witch would be a walking red flag if only a sane man was looking.

Unfortunately Jay is not sane.

"I've fixed them, they don't concern you now."

Jay nods and walks in. He feels the swish of air when the door closes behind him but he doesn't feel nor hear Jungwon footsteps coming after. When he turns, Jungwon isn't there and the door has disappeared. There is only a wall.

When he turns back, he is in an empty house. Then he smiles. Deceptive. So deceptive.

He is in complete darkness, wrapped in a threatening silence and what should be fear but is actually wonderment at all the cards the witch has shoved up his fakely innocent sleeves. He looks into a corner, where he senses the highest point of energy. He feels like something is ready to come out and pounce on him anytime from that place. But no apprehension equals the torrid sense of happiness that fills him at knowing that Jungwon is just as fucked up as he is. His smile stretches even more.

"Are you happy baby ? I fell into your trap. You got me."

"Not yet." It's a whisper against his ear. Like Jungwon was glued to his back but he couldn't see him nor feel him. Only hear him like before. When he raises his hand, there is nothing to grasp.

Jay sighs a spell, Illustra tenebras.

The witch doesn't appear, but a purple light turns on, illuminating a bed that wasn't there before.

"Weak fallen God, can't even see me." The light flickers before shutting off. Jay looks at his ring but its energy is faint. Almost empty, here his powers are filtered down to null. Jungwon is sucking everything out of him, including his sanity and will. Because soon later his aching limbs get in motion, moving by themselves under a spell. His legs walk by themselves towards the bed. He doesn't resist it, but doesn't feel particularly delighted at the idea of being manhandled by a ridiculous fourth degree spell for an ex-god.

"What do you have but this gold... all this good that you could give to me and die." The last word is a thrum that Jay hears at the same volume as the joyful sound of jingling golden anklets.

"I could give it to you, all you had to do was ask." His honesty slices the air and all of his own doubts in the way.

"Why ask when I can just take it all." Then he is pushed into the bed, falling on his back. His unpresent heart beats faster and he fists the sheets, now unable to move.

"When I saw you, I could feel it. All that power, the glory of a humiliated god. How strong you still are."

Maybe Chrysus was in reality warning him about this boy, telling him to actually follow the sense opposite the necklace was pointing at. To leave the room quickly before the boy found him and not the inverse.

Golden witches were wild cards. Incredibly educated and blessed with the highest degree of knowledge about spells. Jay knew without any doubt that Jungwon can suck away all of the gold he has in his being by some form of spell. If Jungwon was an incubus, Jay's gold would be his sweet sexual energy.

And at the view of this scene, he may go through the same procedure.

"Why didn't you ask ?" He looks at the ceiling in the dark room, trapped against the cold sheet in the emptiness of a single voice whispering to him like he was a pet being toyed with inside an asylum.

"Because I want it all Jongseong. And you wouldn't give me all."

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What a sweet parlor."

He hears a soft giggle. More genuine than all the smiles Jungwon has given him before. He stays silent and feels the bed dip. Finally.

"For you to give me all, it will transpire for you to die. Will you die for me Plutus ?"

He closes his eyes and sees the golden figure looming on top of him.

"Yes. I have nothing left on earth."

And the sad part is that it's true. After being banned from the skies, he took the harsh fall centuries ago. Roamed the lonely roads of earth, survived off his only power. Gold, making gold, being gold. Chrysus the antecedent god, his only companion was kind enough to follow him in the form of a necklace and the Goddess of the realms adamant on letting him keep his signet ring for immortality.

He was a god made to spread prosperity among humans and reward the deserving with richesses, but he truly wanted none of it. He wanted to give it all to greed, but then, this black hole inside his brain kept telling him he was a vaillant god and refused to do it. He is beyond twisted, either way, he wasn't the best god that traversed the pantheon.

There is a silence and Jungwon is finally close enough for Jay to hear his breathing on top of him. That soft scent of an ocean night. Drops of gold and honey and diamonds. All of those concealed behind Jungwon's gigantic monster of materialism.

"I don't believe you. You run Chrysus Onyx."

"It runs itself. I am the boss that never shows up." Partially true, the place runs itself. Everyone working there was hired and every employee has a chain of superiors they engage with instead of the actual boss. No one actually knows him. But Jay does go to clean up the demons that want to mess with his only possessions, he just makes sure that no one remembers once he leaves.

"So mysterious. Are you the golden ghost then ?"

He feels Jungwon's fingertips on his chest. A little warm, leaving away a temporary itch on their pass. They scratch and soothe him, painfully and longingly. After a while, the dam breaks.

"Will you stop pretending all you want is not for me to fuck you ?"

"I never pretended." He replies on beat.

"Me and you both know."

When he opens his eyes Jungwon is staring at him. In his rawest form of beauty. Transparent golden eyes and longer black hair in a furry that stop at his end of his nape. His chest is naked and his skin much tanner than before. His beauty is enhanced by all the wires of magic in this place and the ones stored in him. All the gold jewelry that adorn his body, Jungwon sweats of wealth and luxuries. Gold around his wrists, his earring, his ankles, waist and powdery on his hair.

"Are you saying that because you want to fuck me ?" His words are dirty, even the moany tone which he uses makes Jay turn hard. He speaks differently now too, he doesn't sound human. He talks with a new accent that Jay believes has disappeared from civilization. A witch clan long forgotten or destroyed.

"Yes."

Okay, maybe the little shit also put him under a truth spell on top of the puppet body control. Jungwon leans down on his face, long eyelashes beating slowly as he languidly looks at him. Thankfully Jay sees more than he is supposed to, but has to say more than he means to.

"You're so pretty. Beautiful. The most beautiful creature I have ever laid my damned eyes on."

He hates how genuineness fills his words, how he looks at Jungwon, amazed. Could this also be a love spell ?

"I know. I could hear your thoughts while you fought with yourself to not undress me. Quite unclassy for a God I may add."

"You will feel all the unclassy things I will do to you once I am out of this fucking bound."

"Like what ? Sulky boy gonna punch me ? Take back your gold ?" He pouts.

Jungwon talks as his fingers slowly walk on Jay's thigh. In a blink his clothes are off and he is left clad in boxers under a Jungwon dressed only in something akin to a long white bohemian skirt.

"I will ruin you."

He feels the shivers going through Jungwon's body because his weight is now fully settled on Jay as he sits on his fucking chest. Right where he needs to breathe correctly.

"Should I make you suck my cock for some silence ?" Jungwon asks, tilting his head to the left. Making his bouncy hair and earrings go with the movement. So enchanting. All he does radiates sparkles

"Bold of you to assume that's a punishment."

Jungwon is so pretty like this, hair fanning around his face and soft thighs on now either sides of Jay's face. His skirt is ripped on the two sides, kind of like a volatile witch in the woods. He takes his time, slowly pulling the middle piece of the skirt up.

He is teasing, agonizingly slow. Jay terribly wished he could move and flip Jungwon around. He stretches the tissue and finally unveils his member. It's hard and drooling at the tip. Hairless and slick, mouthwatering.

Is it a shock ? That the prettiest boy sports one of the prettiest dick. He wants to wrap his hand around it, palm its softness and take the sweet scent of the runny precum to his lips for a first taste but Jungwon never gives him that pleasure. He uses two fingers to pull down Jay's chin and part his lips.

Jungwon whispers, "Pluet Areum."

Tremors suddenly take over Jay's body. The streams under his skin palpitate at a fast speed and his vision turns hot white. He feels heat at the center of his forehead, slowly traveling between his two eyes and nose and it's so fucking painful that he fists the sheets. He grunts in unbelievable pain before it goes as abruptly as it came. His body rests back down on the bed and he realizes that he was convulsing.

When he opens his eyes Jungwon is looking at him in total amazement. Jay is glowing, bright and yellow. Golden dust almost everywhere on his skin, against his cheek, his neck and other places Jungwon can see.

He attempts to move his fingers but they are locked into the spell. Jungwon's hand lays on his forehead and his cold touch makes Jay take out a deep sigh. It feels perfectly soothing against this feverish skin.

"God, you are a treasure." He brushes Jay's blonde bangs away in the softest motion. Long fingernails tracing the lines of his eyebrows before getting to his lips. Slowly, he plunges his fingers in Jay's mouth. The latter struggles to level up his breathing as Jungwon nears his throat, not to mention he is sitting flush on his chest like it's a chair.

His lips wrap around the digits and suck, tongue working impressively, eyes trained on Jungwon's face and measuring his reactions. Jungwon closed his eyes, lower lip stuck in his mouth as if he was the one under a spell. Jay starts to believe he truly is when Jungwon suddenly opens his eyes and slowly retracts his fingers.

When he takes them out, they are coated with gold. He takes those same fingers to his own mouth and Jay practically melts at the sight. Gold sharing a long connected tradition was something he did a lot today, but never like this. Jungwon hums at the tastes, his body reverberating at the new add on of Jay's power into his body.

"Like it ?" He doesn't recognize his voice, he is overpowered by the heaviness of his energy. As if a void in his core has been filled by Jungwon's robbery.

He doesn't answer, he instead takes the fingers out of his own mouth and puts the hem of his skirt between his teeth, holding it up that way and Jay can't help but vocalize how sexy he is. Jungwon rolls his eyes, seemingly annoyed. With a hand he wraps it around his leaking cock. His knuckles are slightly pink and he's quite slow. Jungwon likes to take his time. His fingers drag with the confidence that he has all the time in the universe and will effectively hold it to make use of the older.

His balls drag on his neck and that's where he fucking sits now. Jay is aware he doesn't need to breathe, he just has been on earth for a very long time, but he can't help the feeling of suffocating. Jungwon moves in closer as he frees himself one-handed, capturing Jay's jaw in his hand and squeezing it.

Wordlessly, Jay opened his mouth, tongue out and laid flat, waiting expectantly for Jungwon's hand to guide him in. Jungwon exhaled noisily through his nose at the sight and pressed the head of his cock into Jay's mouth.

Hot and wet, Jay's breath cascaded over his flesh, the ever-present threat of teeth just barely scraping the sensitive skin. Jungwon moved his hand from Jay's jaw to the back of his head, holding him steady as he kept swallowing around his length, again and again until his nose was pressed into the soft skin that framed his cock.

Holy shit, Jay just swallowed his entire cock.

Jungwon made everything feel new. Both of his hands cradled the back of Jay's skull, he held him there for a long, long moment. Feeling Jay's jaw work around him, his throat squeezing the head, tongue pressed along the bottom vein. His breath forced through his nose now, hot and rapid against the skin at the root of his cock. Then slowly, very slowly, Jungwon moved him back, pulled his cock out of Jay's throat but didn't pull it out entirely from his mouth before he reversed course.

Jungwon rolled his hips slightly which pushed him back in, and Jay was laid out enough that his eyes were visible, slits of solid gold glimmering through his lashes and no hints of tears whatsoever. He was watching Jungwon attentively, a challenge visible in those sunny slits. Jungwon began to thrust up into his mouth at a surprisingly soft pace. Jay knew he was just starting out and breathed calmly through your nose as he began.

Jungwon slid his feet slightly apart, the soft skin of his thighs spreading and Jay badly wanted to grip them, to dig his fingers and nails deeply into the delicate flesh, bruising. Instead he is rigid like a corpse being used under a spell that makes him do all the things the pretty witch wants. Jay vocalized around his length, didn't seem the slightest bit distressed and in fact closed his eyes, jaw relaxed. Precum dribbled on his chin and he could hear the intentionally muffled whimpers spilling from Jungwon's lips.

"So warm.." He hears Jungwon's words in his head and it feels worse than if he said them. Jay is long gone for this boy and he is proved right when he hollows his cheeks to take him better and hear more of the depraved moans that ring in his head, getting himself high on the addictive taste.

The witch's fingers dig into Jay's scalp and pull at his hair, his thrusts pick up. Jay peers up at the grandiose of Jungwon throwing his head back, eyes closed as he fucks Jay's mouth like there is no tomorrow.

Then a long trailed out moan filtered through his mind and Jay was now fully hard, aching in pain and dripping. Jungwon pushed himself deeper in his throat and let go of the skirt that was previously muffling his sounds, making it fall on Jay's face.

"Well aren't you a pervert ? Sucking me off under my skirt.." He holds up his skirt just enough to let a bit of Jay's face show, revealing his own depravity. Jungwon is messy and Jay knows that this has always been what he wanted, being slowly overwhelmed by the pleasure between his legs like the prude he isn't. To make his back arch and nipples hard when he has literal god under him, has been his fantasy for so long. And Jay will indulge him for tonight and maybe forever.

"Feels s-so good, fuck.. I wanted to sit on your face so badly, you look so good from up here. Under me, where you belong."

If you told him that he would end the night between the pale tights of a pretty boy holding him under a spell while he sits on his face dick down in his throat, he would have guffawed out loud. He will tell this story for centuries to come if he doesn't die on this bed.

Jungwon's breath is uneven, scattered and most loud and he spreads his legs even wider. He pulls his dick out and groans at the suction before dragging his balls on his lips. Jay gives obscene licks under his skirt and can't help but moan at the pervertedness of this all. Tonguing him right in the middle where he is the softest.

"Yes just like that… fuck Jay. You love this more than me don't you ?" He pulls harder on his hair, to make him open his eyes and when Jay opens them they shine the same gold as Jungwon's. Drunk in the dribbling pre-cum fed straight to him. Jungwon gasps, pushing himself back in his mouth. Jungwon gives a few more hard thrusts before he stutters to a stop, moaning and whining as he cums down Jay's throat. The older swallows eagerly, takes as much as he can until Jungwon is pulling out, a couple of last streaks landing on Jay's face.

Jungwon steals more of his power and he couldn't feel more bothered about it. He only sinks deeper in the sheets as he revels in the taste of cum that coats his tongue in velvet and turns his brain into mush.

Jungwon lifts off and Jay wants to pull him back to drown in the musky smell of his release but the spell can't let him afford it.

He tunes off his surroundings for a while as Jungwon crawls back. He springs awake when a hand wraps around his member and fist it without finesse. Jungwon doesn't have a good hand, it borders to inexperienced and Jay itches to show him how it's done.

"Fucking virgin. You're hurting me." He grunts when Jungwon pulls down harder like he wants to strip his cock.

"What tells you that's not the goal ?" His eyes glint but Jay sees through it. Jungwon hasn't had sex in a fucking while and it even shows in how he breathes.

"You could end this foolery here and let me touch you. I'll make you feel so good." He speaks calmly, promising the possible and best outcome. But Jungwon only rolls his eyes. Tired.

"Oh please, I don't need you to make me feel better than this."

"Baby you know nothing. I can see the way you shiver like a virgin, you pretend you love doing it by yourself but all you want is someone to hold you down and do it for you."

He can see goosebumps appear on Jungwon's skin and he starts whispering in the witch's head. You need someone that will dominate you well enough that the only spell you will be casting is for them to never get tired. Which I can do without honestly.

His fist tightens painfully around the base and Jay must be smiling the way Jungwon seems more and more displeased at the truth.

"Tell me, when's the last time someone laid their hands on you ?" He keeps on going and is served when Jungwon purses his lips and pushes only the slightest tip of his fingernail in the slit of his cock. The toe curling sensation makes him shudder.

"I don't let them."

"You should let me." He sighs, "I'll make it unforgettable."

"Hmm… how." He sees a window here, perhaps opening or maybe just Jungwon humoring him. But Jay won't let the occasion slip to plead his freedom.

"First I am a god, Jungwon. I've lived long enough to know how to please a man and bring him to his knees."

"I don't want to get on my knees though." He starts kissing Jay's neck down his Adam's apple. "I want to be on your face. On your dick too. And mostly on your gold."

He caresses his pec and mouth at the hard golden skin there. He looks at a speechless Jay with his huge cat eyes. Jay is losing all of his breath.

"I'll give you all you want princess. I will give you all the fucking gold in the world. Any treasure you desire. All I cherish will be yours." He isn't lying but after this he most certainly will make sure Jungwon will believe these are lies.

"And you'll fuck me right too ?" His voice is quieter and Jay knows doubt is creeping.

"Fuck, yes. You drive me crazy." Jungwon's dick drags on his thigh, where he subtly ruts it for some release. Jay hardens his muscles for Jungwon to take, and keep taking.

The pretty witch closes his eyes and presses down harder on his throbbing cock. Jungwon is so beautiful when he seeks pleasure from Jay. Too angelic for the demonic things he does.

"Kiss me." Jay pleads. Jungwon leans. His silky hair smells of honey and garden, enticing when he comes down further and brushes his lips on Jay's. Not quite there but tickling the man with the sweet essence of his lips enough to get him high.

"What's the magic word ?"

"Please. Please. I beg you." A vulnerable request.

"So weak for me."

He doesn't see the way Jungwon smiles before his lips melt against his. Eternally fitting and pillowy. Even from the top, he lets Jay take the reins of their kiss. Feeding his lower lip and tongue in his mouth and his forearms clings around his face, almost protectively.

Jay vibrates in want but can't do much about it yet. Jungwon is so close yet so far behind a thin curtain. He wants to touch, hold and wreck. None of those currently possible under the control freak thief that can't kiss for shit. It's unnerving and endearing at the same time, how he licks in Jay's mouth, messy and tentative, tasting his own release. Whenever Jay gets a little deeper into exploring the sweet cavern, Jungwon retracts back. Just slightly to detach their lips of a few centimeters and it infuriates Jay.

Jungwon is having the time of his life. Pulling, licking and taking. Always taking. Jungwon laughed at him, mocking.

Unable to hold it anymore, his teeth sink into Jungwon's lip, enough to hurt but not to cut. The reaction is immediate. The witch cursed words in latin and ripped their lips apart with a pained sound.

He feels the sting before hearing the sound. His cheek is heated red and he grinds his teeth at the ringing inside his head. Jungwon just slapped him across the face. Hard. The room fell silent, with the echo, humiliation lingering in the air.

"To think I was so close to let you touch me."

Jay doesn't have the means to give him another glance. He is imploding with fiery energy and Jungwon starts rocking from the tremors. "Shh puppy. Stay calm for me."

Jay doesn't say anything. He starts feeling around his ring, calling for its help in captivity. There's no answer but the gold turns significantly colder. To ruin his attempt Jungwon trails his hand on his cheek, as if to sooth the hit and Jay sighs.

"I will fucking kill you." He spits between his teeth and Jungwon giggles. It's the first time Jay actually hears him laughing this way and he hates himself for having the word majestic replaying in his head over and over.

"Oh shiver me timbers."

Jungwon sits on his lower abdomen, so close to where he desperately needs him to be. He ruts back and forth each time getting closer to the member.

"You seem to think less of me. Why is that ?" Jay finally asks the question that has been running through his mind ever since he was thrown into the bed.

"You really don't remember anything, do you."

Jungwon looks at him now with somber eyes, he sees plain malignancy in those orbs and wonders if it was concealed all along or if he refused to see it before.

"Park Jongseong, you wiped away my whole clan."

The words don't register fast enough for Jungwon. He puts his palms flat on his chest and Jay doesn't know if he feels stupor or loss. Or maybe both. Jungwon doesn't give him the pleasure to answer because tremors take over his body again when the witch reopens the golden portail. His pained groans reverberated parallel to Jungwon's moans of pleasure, out of control.

"I have no damn idea… of what you are talking about." He difficultly says. Jungwon glances down, look full of contempt and something painful.

"Your twelfth century, a God full of pride heard about the "annoying" clan of witches that danced down the pantheon, always begging for gold. It bothered you to be generous so you killed the people that needed you the most."

The trip down memory lane is disastrous, worser than all he expected. But is it factually a trip when he is unable to grasp onto any of his memories prior to his banishment ? No matter how hard he tries to work his old brain around the words, not a single amount of recognition flashes. Only heavy guilt sitting at his throat because Jay wouldn't have any idea of what he had done and looking at Jungwon's cold eyes constricted his chest.

"You were our god too. You were my god Jongseong."

There is a lump in his throat when he speaks.

"Generosity made me the god I was and the man I am, Jungwon. I... I couldn't have possibly done that."

He knows Jungwon isn't even listening to him anymore when he takes his hand off his chest, sending his body down the bed again.

"You are full of surprises." As if cutting the conversation there, Jungwon reaches behind his skirt.

"Wait you have to trust me Jungwon- fuck I have-"

"Let me enjoy this. The last thing I will do for myself concerning you."

He closes his eyes and drags his finger in and Jay feels a wet sensation at the base of his cock. It drips a little and his eyes open more.

"You slick ?"

"I can make myself do many things."

He smiles and it's still weird- so fucking weird like everything else in Jungwon. He throws his head back, fingering himself and Jay's eyes catches on his waist chains, so pretty and glamorous around that lithe waist.

"You're such a hypocrite." The witch says.

Jungwon must hear his thoughts and he doesn't care hiding them. He will take care of that maybe seconds before Jungwon decides to kill him in any ways he must have already decided after all the time he had to set his elaborate plan of a revenge.

The witch is fingering himself and Jay feels everything. The pushing in and out of Jungwon's fingers, rubbing gentle circles and easing himself open until he can slip more fingers in. And it's nerve wracking how he so obviously needs help to do it but wouldn't let Jay touch him at all cost. Jay who watched him with rapture as Jungwon rose up on his knees, thrusting the two fingers in and out of himself until he was ready to slip in a third. He sees the grimace on his face at the intrusion.

He scissored himself open and Jay ogled with more gold oozing out of his pores, unashamedly responding to what Jungwon was doing. His dangling earrings shook, twitched and fluttered violently, then he knew that Jungwon had hit his prostate, the pads of his fingers massaging over it indulgently as he let out a deep moan. Jay bit his lip at the sound, watching Jungwon slide in a fourth finger.

Jungwon thrusts those four fingers in and out until finally he was stretched enough to his taste, not really to Jay. He would've gone longer because has Jungwon seen his dick ? He's huge, putting him in was not going to be an easy job.

Jungwon finally pulled them out, immediately shuffling back slightly and sliding his hand over Jay's cock, coating it in a layer of his slick. It was so warm and longed for, that Jay freed a long withheld guttural sound.

He couldn't even get in a word in before Jungwon was steadying his cock against his entrance and sliding down on it with the most beautiful moan Jay has ever heard.

Jungwon grounds his hips in little circles, trying to slick it down and getting a feel for Jay. He was a warm enveloppe and just tight enough for the slide to be a little hard. Jay wasn't small by any means and he couldn't help but smirk at the motion, Jungwon's lips were parted.

"You look so good up there."

Jungwon got into a rhythm, rolling his hips down onto Jay's cock with a newfound energy that the fallen god hadn't quite seen before. Not seeing what's happening under that skirt was torture. He wants to stare at Jungwon's little hole swallowing his member, his bobbing cock embrassingly leaking down on Jay's navel.

Jungwon bit his lip, experimenting with his hips , trying to find just the right angle to hit his own prostate. He is pitifully gorgeous. It didn't take him long to find it and when he did his back arched, nipples visibly hard as he cried out.

His thighs stutter as he grounds his hips down so that the head of Jay's cock was rubbing directly over his prostate in the most overstimulating way. Jay groans, Jungwon tightens significantly as his nails anchors in Jay's shoulders. Bouncing himself on Jay's cock like it was a play.

"This is the worst thing you could've ever done to me." Jay hurts but Jungwon gets happier.

It was at that instant that it hit Jay that this wasn't just a human, this wasn't a man, this was a fucking powerful witch and he was sitting up there grinding down on his cock like he couldn't get enough of it and the mere thought of it brought Jay's orgasm closer.

He draped his body on Jay's chest, mewling so sweetly that it's borderline pornographic. Jay wanted to thrust his hips up, to meet Jungwon right in the middle when he sinks down because he is so fucking slow at what he does. Only caring of his own pleasure.

"You feel so good. So big… what a fucking waste."

"Better than all the prehistoric toys you have the habit of using."

Jungwon doesn't assess his word, only painfully pinching his nipple. He looks at the wince on Jay's face then his eyes. Both of them illuminated in a rich shade of gold.

In a low voice he promises, "I won't bite you again." Jungwon judges him under his long eyelashes. Falling back to the base of Jay's cock as he ruts desperately.

This kiss was messy, slow, wet, Jungwon keening into it, his hips rocking forwards into Jay's touch as he gave himself slow strokes. Jay's orgasm was titillating right in the corner and he knew it just wouldn't be enough. How could it be when he isn't allowed to touch him, say and do all the things he wants to do underneath all the mystic beauty of Jungwon riding him to hide the painful punishment of forbidden actions and unspoken words.

Whimpers and whines fell from the witch's lips into Jay's as he felt his orgasm nearing, his hips working harder. His cock slapped against Jay's taut stomach with every bounce, leaving smears of precome in its wake. Jungwon pulled away from the kiss eventually, breathing hotly as he moved down to nip at Jay's neck.

Jay breathed out so close to the borders of the precipices, needing only one push to fall tumbling over. Jungwon gave himself that by slamming himself down particularly hard on his next thrust driving Jay's cock straight into his prostate.

"Oh fuck.. oh fuck I am-"

He interrupted himself with a long scream of Jongseong's name as his hair flared and a sudden wind took over the room. Jungwon comes in the most theatrical way possible because he isn't an ordinary witch and passionate sexual encounters will always be the most powerful sharing of energies. His own rips through Jay pulling at his own spasm. He gets in a frenzy, bewitched and at the heights of bliss.

Jay comes because the witch wants it, filling ropes and ropes of semen inside Jungwon's throbbing hole. He is submerged in a black ocean then pulled back to the surface once his own hand attaches to Jungwon's hips. He belatedly realizes that the spell has broken, but still, before Jungwon.

He doesn't even give it an ounce of reflection when he wraps both of his hands on the tiny waist and yanks him down. Two sighs of relief pierce the air as he finally thrust his cum inside Jungwon. Dragging both of their orgasms to lengths that makes Jungwon cry out.

Immediately after the come down he goes for Jungwon. Yanking him foreward by the nape and turning the boat. Manhandling the witch is easy when he is drunk on literal gold.

"You fucking bitch." Holding the small face in his fist made Jungwon's eyes hazy. He was still trying to recover from cumming so hard and getting Jay's energy. So he doesn't hear a word Jay is saying and he ignores him pushing his legs into splits. Jungwon is even prettier against the sage green bed sheets. It enhanced all of his jewelry and the vibrant color of his eyes.

Cracking his neck to awaken his stiff body, he takes notice of the witch's necklace that is glowing red. He knows what that is. Wrapping his hand around the ruby he snatches it away and the overwhelming pressure of Jungwon's powers in the room decreases. Jungwon's golden amulet helped him store more of his energy in casting such a spell on a god. There is no way he could've kept on going after an orgasm while concentrating all his psyche on keeping Jay still while taking in a huge amount of power.

It was only a question of time for Jay to set free and finally take his share. Yes that share he was talking about.

It's liberating when he finally cops a feel of Jungwon meaty thighs in his hand. The skin is as expected flexuous and yielding like modeling clay.

"This fucking skirt."

Jay without relent held two fragments in his hand and snapped them, tearing up the damned piece of clothing to the end. Finally revealing the glazed up swollen member. He felt it in his want, moist and pulsing feeding in deepest desire. Jungwon wimpers, sensitive.

He lined up his cock to his entrance, his stiff body ragingly taking in the sensation of the skin he wasn't allowed to touch before. Jungwon breathed louder, feeling the thick tip enter his small hole once more. The older man slowly thrusts himself deeper and deeper into him

"You feel that ? I'm about to take your virginity. For real this time."

"Wait-"

Jay doesn't let him finish and slams the rest of his cock inside. Jungwon's mouth opens wide but not a sound comes out. Jay doesn't even give him much time to accommodate and starts thrusting into his hole at a madman pace while his hand travels up.

Jungwon gasps and trembles, Jay's hand dangerously tightening around his neck. The witch scratched the skin of his forearm to no avail. It only makes Jay choke harder. Jay is feeling pure bliss. His hole is so tight, so wet, his walls are trembling around his dick, sucking him deep inside him.

He slams repeatedly in, always reaching profoundly in, wanting to be as deep as he can possibly get. Jay already knew how Jungwon felt and how he sounded like paradise, but nothing equals to the way he sucks him in when Jay pushes into his asshole and the sounds he makes while getting properly fucked.

"You feel so good holy shit."

Jungwon yelps, his breath cut short to make him hot headed. Jay's heavy hand around his neck is stifling and mind numbing in the same way painful. He bends the boy to his will, pushes his thighs down so they're flat spread and obscenely open. Jay presses his body right onto his, pushing his ankle up to his ears.

"I..can't.. bre-no.."

"No ? Now you're saying no ?"

He looks down at Jungwon slowly turning pink. He looks so beautiful out of breath and struggling. Pain doesn't suit him you can tell but punishment does. And Jay will make sure Jungwon will never forget this night.

"But you were so happy earlier, what happened ?"

Jungwon gulps for air and the more he struggles for it the tighter he gets. Survival instincts kicking in when Jay only keeps condensing his trachea.

"I told you I was going to fucking kill you." The pretty witch struggles, coughs and fights. Jay loosens his hold, other hand fitting around Jungwon dick, transforming his next words of spite into delicious moans.

He pants and releases an orgasm for a third time when Jay pulls him onto his cock with more force. Jungwon comes undone, beautifully so. Sobs wracking through him as his little hole pulses hot and wet around Jay and fingers gripping the arm choking him. He is pitiful, just like earlier.

He turns his head to the side avoiding eye contact but Jay doesn't let him, bringing back Jungwon's face to him he admires the tear marks and puffy red bitten lips. He now holds him up by the waist, keeping himself buried deep inside him, Jay comes.

Jungwon closes his eyes at the feeling of warm cum being overfilled into him again.

And the witch so naively thinks this is the end. He writhes and curses when Jay flips him around and pushes his face into the pillow, elevating him on his knees all with the sheer power of an angered god.

"Stop fucking crying."

The sting this time is even more red-hot. Jay watched with a delirious haze in his eyes as the beautiful skin of Jungwon's asscheek turned red at the slap. His surprised yelp is muffled by the pillow but the shakes in his back bare all of his emotions.

Pulling back on his hair to hear his voice, he instructs, "Count."

"What the-"

The second hit is harder and louder. It signs humiliation and payback. Jungwon's entire body propelled with the slap, slightly and painfully.

"Wait Jong-" Slap.

"Do you want it to be across the face like you did to me earlier ? You know how much I love looking at your face."

Now that Jungwon is weak, his vulnerability is tranchant. He turns and looks at Jay before shaking his head. "T-Three."

"That's a good baby. Keep going."

Jay is fascinated by the new color, warm and intense the more he spanks the witch. Jungwon shakes, moans and counts, knuckles white around the tightly fisted pillow.

"Fi-fifteen… fuck.. please.. stop."

Jay yanks his hair, soothing a hand on the previously hit cheek before rewarding it with another, drowning in Jungwon's wails.

"Stop ? No way. I am feeling too fucking amazing to stop."

It goes on longer than he expected to, until Jungwon's knees give out and he is left unable to count, voice broken and melted under his golden tears.

"T'hurts…enough.."

Jay spreads his ass cheeks apart, licking his lips at the site Jungwon has gotten even wetter. He then lines up his cock at his entrance again. Jungwon claws at the bedsheets as he feels him enter his asshole again. Jay slowly bottoms out, having incredible fun in doing so. The man relishes in the pleasure of being inside Jungwon.

Jay starts thrusting, pulling his hips back to meet him. Jungwon defies, remaining limp when Jay can accurately hear his badly disguised whimpers, far from displeasure. Jay lifts him up by the neck pressing Jungwon's back against his chest. He turns his head to claim his lips, shoving his tongue in his mouth while still plowing into him. It's salty because of the tears but he is pleasantly surprised by Jungwon parting his lips. He sighs, relaxing a little more into his touch. His little witch that always pretends to be good.

He doesn't react when Jungwon bites into his lower lip, painfully so and drawing blood. Jay holds an amused laughter against his lips and that only infuriates the witch that becomes only teeth and bite. Poor thing that will never realize that Jay loves nothing more than a good fight.

When he finally releases him, Jungwon collapses onto the bed. He pants, trying to catch his breath. Then finally Jay slams into his bloated prostate. He lifts his head off the bed to throw a lidded glance behind him at the god.

"Your hole is holding on to me so tightly. I wouldn't even be able to take it out if I wished."

At a brutal pace. He rams inside him, hitting all the spots he is convinced Jungwon didn't even know existed. The previous god leans on top of his body, thrusting into him faster and harder. The sheets get wetter under them and Jungwon's body is taken by spams.

"Should we do it against the wall ?"

"I hate you..."

Jay lifts him up easily, Jungwon is light and latches on him like an anchor, legs wrapped around Jay once he is standing.

"We will revisit those words once I've fucked every little thoughts out of your pretty head and turned you dumb." Then he kisses him and Jungwon whimpers into it, backing into the wall flush as Jay lowers him onto his dick. They both moan in unisson.

"I think I love you." Jay doesn't know what took over him but he is glad it did because of the look Jungwon gives him. He can blame it all he wants into the heat of the moment but he is not a stupid fucking human, he means all of his words.

"You-you can't say that fuck… what is wrong with you."

"Why not ?" He jostles his body and shivers at the wetness dripping on his cock, it has tainted the entirety of his member white and Jay preens at the reminder that it's his cum inside of Jungwon, pumped full to the rim. Jungwon claims mute once Jay starts kissing his neck, hands thrown around his shoulders. Jay smiles against his skin because as much as the pretty witch pretends to hate what they are doing, he is so open and accepting. Legs spreading a little wider at each thrusts, pushing his chest against Jay's mouth and keening high for the entire world to hear.

"I prefer when you talk, talk to me baby. Tell me how good it feels."

"Shut up...ah."

Jay starts rotating his hips into him, wanting his cock to explore every inch. Jungwon's eyes start fluttering backwards and his legs spread further apart, toes curling and head held protectively as he comes.

"You've never been fucked like this have you ?"

"I… have. I am not.. ngh a virgin I said."

Jay coos mockingly before pressing another kiss to his lips, not even hard enough to reflect his emotions. He explores deeper and groans, his orgasm takes him by surprise and Jungwon mewls into his mouth. Feeling the swish of cum flowing into him like a river.

"Liar, you were made for me."

Jungwon comes again later when Jay has taken him down, standing on his legs, chest on the bed and ass in the air. Jay is a ruthless giver. He transfers more energy when Jungwon comes and that only teaches the witch's body to keep coming to get rewarded. Untouched.

Coating his fingers full of golden energy, he takes them to Jungwon's mouth and watches him suck on them like a voracious fledging. Jay laughs at his state, loving how broken the witch is. His cock is leaking translucence unstoppably at his prostate getting milked.

"You look so gorgeous right now, falling apart on my cock."

"No more.. You will regret this Jongseong."

Jungwon can't begin to count all the positions Jay had taken him in. Can't count the amount of orgasms that coursed through him in a single night or even longer. Jungwon doesn't know how much time has passed as he holds the pillow tightly in his arms and looks emptily at the wall when he comes again.

"I have many regrets in my life, but I can promise to you this will never be one." Jay whispers into his ear among all the other promises he also made.

I will never forget you. You are the one for me. I am not sorry, I only know that you are my whole life now. I can fix everything. I will give you all the gold. I'll ruin myself for you … and more.

His last one is a burst of gold flashing before his eyes. Jay just came on him and it didn't have to be as hot as it was. He deflated, eyes wet and hole gaping around nothing, spilling out Jay's come in huge drops. He is long gone and drunk to register Jay putting back on his clothes now that all of the protection spells around the house are gone.

Walls have appeared, furniture too. The previously cold house is a lot more welcoming with the scent of macadamia and cinnamon, closer to being the "home" Jungwon was talking about. Or the home Jungwon wanted it to be. Jay doesn't stay to look at the decorations. Something heavier than his lost powers sit on his chest, setting more comfortably the longer he stares at the beautiful witch passed out on the bed.

He hesitated whether to kill him and put a proper end to his clan or kidnap him and bond them together forever. Something told him the first thing was the right to do but Jay simply turned around, hurried steps carrying him out.

Leaving Jungwon on the soiled bed, drenched in golden cum.

———

As the night grows colder, and the stars ignite,
In the arms of this witch boy, I'll find my flight,
His gold is his chariot, to worlds unknown, 
With the pretty little witch boy, I'll never be alone-

The song cuts short as the person watching a youtube video next to him gets a call and leaves his seat. A signet ring burns, against a cold glass of vodka. Jay is sitting at the bar on a morning. A little lost, a little miserable, a hole of void has been boring inside his stomach for a while. Could be pancreatic cancer…

Then he explodes in a fit of slurred laughs. It is definitely cancer. Too bad he can't die that way. He pushed the thoughts away.

The open floor of Chrysus Onyx is emptier during the mornings. Corporate workers in their hard four piece suits waltzing in and out and ordering a glass of tequila to start their day and a line of coke they sniff straight off the bar. Soft notes of piano are playing to set an almost dream-like mood, relaying all of the luxury and high end factor of the place. By the piano, stand the opera woman that always sings from five am to midnight. She hums soft tunes and lyrics to not disturb the peace, something about money power and glory.

The place workers are also behind the bar, jingling glasses and wiping bottles of expensive drinks. They are spending a regular day at the bar, lounge & club that is forever open.

All while an invisible Jay sitting on a stool drinks his sorrows away. Up until someone else comes to sit unsuspiciously beside him. He doesn't look, doesn't care until the man orders a glass of wine.

Wine at seven am. He has seen it all with certain humans. Probably another spoon fed asshole who was blessed by his replacement.

"Hey, do you think my colleagues will be able to smell the alcohol on me ?" The voice asks, Jay ignores who he is addressing but he knows he is the only one sitting at the bar currently.

"Maybe. You will lose all respect if it's wine though." He slurrs.

"You're probably right. Hey gentleman, make it a whiskey instead."

Jay looks around his glass. His eyes then slowly travel to the gent by his side. Surprisingly in a blue checkered five piece suit, much eccentric for the usual businessmen coming around. His hair is chalk grey and complements his pink tie.

A fucking pink tie.

He is wearing many rings also. All signets and gold. Then the man turns to him and smiles. Smile at Jay who is supposed to be invisible, unveiling a golden tooth.

"To be honest I am not really familiar with humans' ways. I try to fit in the best I can but you have to admit they are interesting creatures."

Jay nods, moving his body to get out of his slouch. He assessed the man better and the idiosyncratic character brushes over his suit. Jay notices all the golden accents on the character.

"And you may be…"

"Oh they call me Plutus the third where I am from, but Heeseung is good for you."

Jay processes the words fingers fiddling with his ring. "Nice to meet you."

"Can't say the same, you look god-awful."

"Being on earth will do that to you."

The fallen god sighs in front of the new god. Heeseung purses his lips before accepting the glass of whiskey and Jay can accurately see him turn invisible too. Only them, two invisible gods, a glass of liquor at each hand.

"Do you wanna hear a story ? It's pretty good." Jay fiddles with his ring and takes a heavy sip of his drink.

"Yeah. Totally in the mood for a story."

Heeseung smiles, grey hair turning brighter. He also took a sip of his drink and leaned further into his stool.

"Once upon a time lived a god of wealth, the very first ever made. He was loved by the mother goddess as her third child and by his disciples for being a generous god. He granted wealth to those that earned it and poverty to those that deserved it."

Jay scoffs. "He sounds amazing."

Heeseung nods. "He was. Very."

"Until."

"Until, he met greed. A servant, he didn't have a name, he was an orphan and took shelter in the crevices inside the pantheon. At least that's what he said. The servant used to enter different palaces and steal. And his favorite god's to steal from was as you may already guess."

"The God of wealth."

Heeseung makes a toast. Hitting his glass with Jay's to say bingo.

"Oh he loved that one. The greedy little thing was obsessed with gold and Plutus' realm was his favorite. Until he got caught red handed one day..."

Jay gets hot flashes. Heeseung on a rampage, builds in the crescendo of his story.

"...by the god himself. But then the impossible happened, get ready."

"They fell in love."

"Fuck why are you so good at this ?"

He hits the table to show offense but Jay is busy trying to not faint at the needle that seems to have penetrated his skull.

"What next ?"

"Well, the god fell terribly, costly in love with the golden witch that used to steal from his chambers."

"He wasn't a servant."

"He wasn't a servant." Heeseung repeats.

"He was part of the long inhilated golden onyx clan, he came for revenge but didn't expect to fall in love on the way."

Jay feels his stomach twist and his bile slowly rising up to his mouth. Memories knock into his mind, fast and heartbreaking.

Damn. How do you fail at the job TWICE.

"He didn't fail at the job." Heeseung snickers.

He continues. "The witch made the god fall in love with him. Passionately, immensely and immediately. To the point where the God of wealth transferred most of his energy to the witch. And what do you think would've happened if the god charged to distribute wealth to the world gave it all to one person ?"

He downs his glass in one go. The drink doesn't have any effect.

"Poverty and suffering."

"You neglected your God's duties for a mere witch. That's what the Mother Goddess said. But well, the god was too enamored, he gave up his and their all to his beloved to keep him happy by his side."

Jay is suddenly submerged in water. And inside the water is a mirror. He can see his own reflection, but he looks different, brilliant. More glorious and loved. He sees himself adorned with gold, servants around him, the world at his fingertips, literally. Looking into humans' prayers and giving what should be given. His face is stern and melancholic, like this was just yesterday.

Then comes the sounds of crinkling bracelets. They run and Jay runs after them in the many corridors of the giant golden castle. He sees a tuft of black hair running into a room and he enters locking it behind.

The vision blurs to the next one, he sees a smiling Jungwon running into a field of flowers, gold at his feet and in his hair and the witch smiles. A real smile and Jay is pained to realize that Jungwon couldn't smile properly because he has forgotten how to. My beloved. He has dimples. Of course he has dimples how Jay could've forgotten.

His eyes sting at all the erased memories. Jungwon in the fountain, Jungwon in the clouds, Jungwon showering in gold, Jungwon running to him.. All of those vibrant and so vivid that a sob wracks through him. He has missed him so much.

He reaches a hand and the mirror distorts to humans, wretched and cursed humans. People got sick, thrown out of their house, unable to afford food and shelter at all of their unpaid good deeds. I am sorry for failing you.

When he is pulled out of the water Heeseung is looking at him with glass eyes.

"You were not banished. You left the heavens because you lost Jungwon."

All he believed to be true came tumbling down at his feet like an imploding mountain. The guilt that grew like a web of poison on his chest, his failure at being what he was conceived to be, his roaming on earth all alone mindlessly looking for the one he was destined to find, creating the most known and luxurious gold filled club and unknowingly naming it after his clan to lure the witch his heart ought for…

"I was a terrible god."

"You were. You know we are not allowed to fall in love." Heeseung reaches a hand and puts it on his. His multiple shiny, new and splendid rings on top of Jay's single one that looks almost rusted under his. "Jungwon had a goal, made it true and left. He stole your heart and those of the humans that looked up for you. Not saying he is at fault but he knew what he was doing."

Heeseung stares at him and he knows. He can't fake it, and that makes him feel disgusting. Jay doesn't feel remorse. Not a fucking ounce for everything he has done for Jungwon and what he has done to the world and Heeseung must see it. The god pats his back and takes another sip.

"Well, would you look at destiny. Damn !" Heeseung exclaims.

Jay pushes his hair back, at a loss but also in relief for knowing that he isn't absolutely insane. He is just… selfish, immoral, heartless, in love, obsessed, blind. But Jongseong has always been like that, he knew if he were to love, he would love unconditionally and detrimentally. It only had to fall under a golden witch, the worst match for a god like him.

"Did he also get his memories erased ?"

"He erased them himself."

Heeseung drops the bomb and smiles. As if he has waited centuries to do this and Jay wouldn't be surprised if he actually was up there looking at him for so long wondering when he would have the chance to expose his past after centuries. He doesn't dwell on it, doesn't look at Heeseung anymore as the words sink in.

Jungwon casted a spell on himself to forget about Jongseong.

"Except it wasn't strong enough of a spell to erase the memories of the God that killed all of his clan and the-"

"I didn't do it." He almost screams.

"Chrysus your protege did."

He looks at his chest and finally notices why he felt so naked. He doesn't have the locket chain anymore. Palming himself would be useless, he never separates from it and he wonders if that's the reason Heeseung is here. The news flew over his head.

"Why ?"

"Hm ?"

"Why are you telling me all of this now ?"

Heeseung's readjusts on the stool. Arms crossed, he looks at a dot in space, thinking.

"Well, I am coming to thank you."

Jay sighs, holding his head in his hands. "For what ?"

"Thanks to your destiny, a lot of things have changed up there. For the best. It may be too late to make you feel any better but you deserve to know that."

Jay wants to ask but deep down he knows he doesn't care. All he cares about is knowing when he can leave this chair and get to Jungwon's house. But then he looks at Heeseung and he is smiling. Then he signs his hat off and Jay gets away. Screaming in his thoughts "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much."

———

As the moonlight wanes, and the story's final told,
In the clutches of this witch boy, my heart is bought and sold,
In this Halloween's temptation, where our desires unfold,
With the pretty little witch boy, and his love for gold.

When Jay gets to Jungwon's house it's still early. Too early for the desolate and gloomy weather that surrounds the place. It's iffy and ugly, crows standing on the chimney and a wind too strong to be welcoming.

He knocks at the door. For a while no one answers but Jay sees the light that comes out of the first floor windows. This fist raises for the sixth time and the door finally opens, by itself. Inviting him in, he automatically enters, having it close behind.

Everything is left where it was the last time he was here. He takes more time now to admire the place. It has an oriental touch to it, taste of luxury and beautiful collections, naturalist too. Most of the colors are green or brown or beige, it's homey and better than the outside. Jay can smell chamomile tea with drops of honey, the warm tones of the lamps, the multiple plants and the way everything feels lived in and cared for. Jungwon finally had a house, a home, without Jongseong in it.

He walks like he knows where every footstep will lead. Racking up the stairs he comes facing an open bedroom.

"Are you looking for this ?"

Jungwon is sitting on the ground by a bed with sage green covers, he raises his hand, dangling the infamous locket chain. Jay stands by, now at a loss for words. He takes sight of the witch for a while, Jungwon's eyes are just slightly red, his hair damp like he just came out of the shower and just by that he knows he feels just as shitty as him.

"Did you notice that the first thing we did when we met each other was to hug ?" His voice is hoarse when Jay talks. Walking with the hesitance of a human nearing a dangerous specimen, he gets closer. Jungwon shakes his head and looks up, showing dark circles under his eyes.

"I thought it was odd too."

He crouches in front of the witch, ever so carefully. He can't read his thoughts nor see them on his face. All he knows is that Jungwon is a block of stored power and if his memories did not come back he would jump at his neck in the next minute and slice it open.

"I never killed your clan." Jay enunciates and the witch nods.

"I know now. Someone confessed."

Holding the necklace between his fingers, Jungwon moves his head low.

"This was.. a huge misunderstanding from the beginning Goodness I- I've been working the courage to approach you but I-"

Jay scotts closer by his side, taking Jungwon's shaking hands in his.

"Do you remember ?"

The witch tightens his fist, still hellbent on not looking at Jay. He even struggles to answer but vainlessly nods.

Jay kisses the back of Jungwon's hand. Immense gratitude sagging his energy and he felt a meteorite get off his chest. Like all the weight accumulated over centuries of loneliness and emptiness melted with Jungwon by his side. They sit in silence for a while side by side in the beautiful room.

Jay is overwhelmed with a bittersweet ribbon of emotions. He remembered their shared laughter, their late-night conversations, and the way Jungwon's smile could light up even the darkest days. Jay's heart ached with the joy of reunion and the pain of all they had forgotten. It was a moment of profound happiness and longing, as he realized that he had been given a second chance to be with the person he loved.

"I keep hearing this one song." He breaks the silence, "Everywhere I go it seems to be playing."

The witch hums as Jay glues their shoulders together. "What song ?"

"Something about a pretty little witch boy that likes gold." Jungwon with his head on Jay's shoulder finally looks up to him.

"You wrote that for me."

The return of his memories with Jungwon had reignited the intense love he felt for them. His heart swelled with life, knowing that he could once again sit beside the only person he would destroy the universe for.

Jungwon is crying, hot tears of regret and pain. His entire body shook as sobs punched repeatedly in him, all the feelings they had kept hidden for so long were now flowing freely. His eyelashes got wet and his nose red and even in this state Jay still believed Jungwon was the most beautiful creature. They didn't need to say a word— their tears spoke volumes, expressing the depth of their emotions better than any words ever could.

Jay, with a tenderness that only deep adoration could convey, gently held Jungwon's face between his hands, his gaze locked onto those golden orbs. His voice was firm but filled with affection as he said, "I forbid you to apologize. I won't forgive a crime you didn't commit."

Jungwon's tears continued to flow and Jay wiped each. They ignore for how long Jungwon keeps crying, could've been hours or days, or years. But Jay stayed by his side. He knew the witch had to let it out, he thought he had it the hardest but what about him ?

He fell asleep at some point, head on Jay's chest and fingers held tight on his clothes in fear to let go. Jay looks outside at the windows and starts whispering the last lines.

In the light of the sunset, he found his well of gold,
With the pretty little witch boy, happiness did unfold,
In this long tale, they found the end
The god found his treasure, forever in his arms to mend. 

END. MWAHAHAHA.